turbid mist
I could use some feedback on how do you interpret/ understand this poem I wrote
You're doing a lot
You're giving way too much
Compared to what I deserve
Or what I'll give back
Because I won't give you anything
You deserve more
But you're not the one I'm inlove with
It's been almost a year now
I still see his eyes everywhere
I can't seem to forget how
He was the only one to make me bare
the pain
I still hope his name will pop up
Everytime my phone rings
But yours come up
And my heart stings
Thinking of him when I put on makeup
Cause I know he liked those things
Not thinking of you when I get up
Can't promise any feelings
I miss his eyes even though he never really looked at me
You did, you admired me you could do it for hours
I miss his hands on my waist even though it only happened twice
You always made sure to hold me by my waist because you knew it gave me butterflies
I miss his mouth, I want it against mine even though it never happened
Yours did meet mine, how is it possible that I prefer the idea of kissing him than you and
I miss his voice even though he said I love you only when I said it first
You were drowning me in iloveyous but it never was the same, his made my heart burst
You do all I wanted him to do
But I still miss him
And when you kiss me
And I close my eyes
I hope he's the one holding me tight
pine geyser